Raquel Angel Nagler


Awareness (32) - Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Lately
When sleep has such immense fissures,
I hear the quiet stranger
That is curled in my body.
He counts the coins of dream in my hand.
He says: give them to the poor.


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from www.trilogyofthemirrors.com


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 23, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 25, 2014


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